This is late but...
Drabble I wrote. Read it and fall in love? I guess sho.
Losing the Boy
I sat there with him, in our black pants, and our hands entwined.
In the hallway, with people passing us by.
He said one thing, but he really meant another.
"You're beautiful," he would say as he held me close, and then he'd let me go,
"But I can't be with you."
Other girls would keep him away.
They'd keep him spinning and spinning and spinning in their own little world.
And they'd tie me up; I couldn't say a word.
And the boy would be gone before I could say goodbye.
And there I would be... forgotten.
I’d spend day after day alone in that hallway.
I’d wait for him, hoping he’d come back.
And he never came.
I was forgotten again, and people always passed by.
No one stopped to chat, they continued walking.
Looking past me like I was some kind of ghost.
Then the boy passed me, and he sent me a glance.
I could see him wanting to stop, and he almost did.
I saw hesitation in those smoky blue eyes.
But there he was with the other girls.
Spinning and spinning and I could see he was so afraid.
I was what those girls never were,
I could hide it all with a smile.
An ugly, awful smile, while the pretty girls kept him there.
It took days and years to see him again.
When he came back to me, I could see fear in those eyes…
Those eyes that I fell in love with.
He always came back to me, the ugly girl,
Then he’d be gone in a day.
The beautiful boy with those fragile eyes…
Then I gave up, I found other boys…
I tried them on like diamond rings, but none seemed to fit.
How I missed that beautiful boy, with that smile…
No one sent butterflies to my stomach like he did,
There wasn’t anyone who could replace him…
Then one day, I passed through that hallway…
And I saw him, standing there.
I saw the fear gone, and I saw loneliness…
So I walked over to him.
The boy I loved had come back to me,
And suddenly everything was okay.
He was done spinning and spinning, and now he was just him…
He was just the boy I remembered,
Holding my hand…
In our black pants, in the hallway…
Calling me beautiful...
Telling me he loved me, forever and ever.
And it was true.
Losing the Boy
I sat there with him, in our black pants, and our hands entwined.
In the hallway, with people passing us by.
He said one thing, but he really meant another.
"You're beautiful," he would say as he held me close, and then he'd let me go,
"But I can't be with you."
Other girls would keep him away.
They'd keep him spinning and spinning and spinning in their own little world.
And they'd tie me up; I couldn't say a word.
And the boy would be gone before I could say goodbye.
And there I would be... forgotten.
I’d spend day after day alone in that hallway.
I’d wait for him, hoping he’d come back.
And he never came.
I was forgotten again, and people always passed by.
No one stopped to chat, they continued walking.
Looking past me like I was some kind of ghost.
Then the boy passed me, and he sent me a glance.
I could see him wanting to stop, and he almost did.
I saw hesitation in those smoky blue eyes.
But there he was with the other girls.
Spinning and spinning and I could see he was so afraid.
I was what those girls never were,
I could hide it all with a smile.
An ugly, awful smile, while the pretty girls kept him there.
It took days and years to see him again.
When he came back to me, I could see fear in those eyes…
Those eyes that I fell in love with.
He always came back to me, the ugly girl,
Then he’d be gone in a day.
The beautiful boy with those fragile eyes…
Then I gave up, I found other boys…
I tried them on like diamond rings, but none seemed to fit.
How I missed that beautiful boy, with that smile…
No one sent butterflies to my stomach like he did,
There wasn’t anyone who could replace him…
Then one day, I passed through that hallway…
And I saw him, standing there.
I saw the fear gone, and I saw loneliness…
So I walked over to him.
The boy I loved had come back to me,
And suddenly everything was okay.
He was done spinning and spinning, and now he was just him…
He was just the boy I remembered,
Holding my hand…
In our black pants, in the hallway…
Calling me beautiful...
Telling me he loved me, forever and ever.
And it was true.